YOU THINK YOURE LIKE A MOON

even when docile & dormant
  dusty blinds drawn like blinkers

we are still mad & haunted longpork
  on a destruction distraction jag

the meat grinder chewing
  at our sweatshop polyester heels


~


you think youre a moon
  a moon on a razor

where osmosis trumps inertia
  & entropy is coming

for  your  sliced  emmental

OFFCUT POPS

1.

the sci-fi noise
in the space-age bathroom
is
only
my
ancient
guts


2.

the blinds are open
so i write quickly
as
soon
it
will
suddenly
be
dark


3.

  without 
  drugs
i became horribly aware
of the PHYSICAL FACT
of
the
earths-solid-girth
  pressing 
  upwards 
  against my boots


4.

  no 
  matter 
where the Grim Fuckers
washed up in adulthood
as
children
they
all
painted
autumn
scenes

from kidactivities.net

LAURIE

    at
bland o' clock
    on
    a
sick-note morning
    i
    peer
    thru
the blinds past the red berry bush
    and
    see
    LAURIE
    from work
walking up my street

he used to drive lorries
    on the medical note run
then he was an theatre orderly
    but was too fat for the legwork
then he worked in pharmacy
    sat blase behind a desk
and
he
went
out
with
a
colleague of mine

    who 
    then had electro-shock therapy 
    and
    moved
    far away

    and all the women
    thought
    he
    was
    a creep

i close the blinds

    get
    away
    from 
    here 
    LAURIE !

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